Honestly I think I am the luckiest woman in the whole wide world. My husband is just the best because he is there no matter when I need him. I seriously think I got the jackpot when he entered my life. But I also know that God knew what was best for me. Even after 14 years being together, I am amaze how we complete ourselves in various ways.

Let me explain.

In the past two days, I had on and off pain in my lower abdomen. Thursday was the worst for the pain was constantly there. Not a bit pain but it was bothering me. I prayed about it and it seemed to somewhat disappear because on Thursday evening while we were having our date (the kids having Awana) I barely noticed it. Compared with the afternoon sensations it was better.

On Friday morning I didn’t feel anything. I thought it was gone. But in the afternoon it was there – on and off… I could feel it at times while other times I was fine. That morning for some reason I woke up at 311am and couldn’t go to sleep. No reasons in particular. Just insomnia I guess.

So in the afternoon I took a cat nap for a short period of time. I got up at 4pm because I needed to prepare supper. At some point before we sat down to eat, I asked the kids to pray for mommy’s pain because I could feel it again. We ate and my daughter kept complaining that her belly hurt. We both knew that she dislikes the mixed vegetables she had in her plate so we encouraged her to finish her plate to get dessert. We have a rule in our house – you can’t finish you plate then you don’t get dessert.

After supper time, she kept complaining more again. I thought she was doing so because I asked for prayer for my own abdominal pain and sometimes she copies other on that. So I told her to lay down on the sofa and rest a bit. She took off to play instead.

We went to bed at 9ish… at 1115 or so I heard crying – more like whimpering. We don’t have a dog and I knew immediately that it was Jasmine.

I got up and she talked to me with a whining tone saying something like “You didn’t give me a bowl.” What is she talking about? But before I opened the light the stench smell hit my nose. NO! Opening the light I saw the mess on her bedroom floor (which is carpeted by the way) and in her bed. Even one of her Barbie's is dirty.

Poor sweetheart… her belly was REALLY complaining. But at this point in time, maybe because I wasn’t in my plate myself due to the pain and the lack of sleep and also because of the smell, I felt overwhelmed. Almost borderline going to cry. I didn’t believe her… Where should I start? Somehow my brain was not thinking properly.

So I did something that usually I wouldn’t do. I woke up my husband and told him I needed help. You see my husband has trouble to fall asleep. Oh he can but if I wake him in the middle of the night it can take hours for him to get back to sleep. I knew he went to bed after me but I didn’t know at what time (he was working on his computer as he reformatted it). So unwillingly I woke him up. He got up rapidly and came with me. He couldn’t believe his eyes. I mean the floor was covered with it. The bed, her favorite pink blanket, one Barbie, the bed sheets, even her PJ. (For the sensitive hearts reading this I am sorry for the details… but it was overwhelming!)

His reaction was “Oh my goodness!” We immediately kicked in geared both of us. I took care of the bed sheets while he took care of the floor. We picked up the mess, vacuumed, and even washed the carpet. All this at 11pmish. There was no way that she would be able to fall back to sleep with the odor in her room. I gave her a shower, changed her pajama, put some clean bed sheets in her bed. However I had to tell her she couldn’t get back her pink blanket yet has it was dirty. She understood and asked for the one with princesses on it. Within 30-45 minutes, we were able to put her back to bed.

At 12:15 her door closed quite loudly. I went to check and she only had to go to the bathroom.

It took a while for me to go to fall asleep. But at 715am I was awake again. Thought that I heard her calling me again but she was playing downstairs with her big brothers.

She seems to be fine right now. She is back to her normal self. Me? Well I am a bit tired but happy that I had help to clean up.

Before going back to bed, I apologized to wake him up but my husband told me “Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you woke me up. Besides I had just went to bed.” I told him I felt overwhelmed and he said “No kidding.”

Last night I learned two important lessons.

Lesson 1: When one of my kids complains that he/she doesn’t feel well – believe it. I mean they don’t have the habit to complain so there might be something to investigate. Though I have taken her temperature but she was fine.

Lesson 2: Don’t hesitate to wake up the husband when these kind of situations happen. After all we are one and we can support each other through health and sickness. We worked as a team last night. It took less time than if I had to do it myself…

So my question today for you is simple. How does your husband rock your world in challenging times?